I remember the moment I walked in and saw her standing there, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her white lace-trimmed corset hugging her curves, and that black thong barely covering her ass. She looked at me with a neutral, confident expression, and I knew she was thinking about him. The way she pulled her thong to the side, exposing her hip, was a deliberate tease, a reminder of what she’d been doing. I could smell the sex on her, and it made my cock hard. She told me, ‘The sex is amazing, so I’ll probably be seeing him for a while.’ And I just stood there, a beta male in my own home, while my hotwife flaunted her affair. I’m her cuckold, and I fucking love it.